summary: Tom Holland was your best friend growing up, but as his acting career took off–the two of you fell out of touch. However, past feelings for him rise up again as a wedding invitation from him arrives for you in the mail.
pairings: tom holland x reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: a lot of angst, a lot of explicit swearing
a/n: this shit y’all–whew–i was FEELIN the angst with this one guys, it was bananas. i loved it. i also tried to incorporate more of his family into it, and also a very made-up side character. enjoy, babes!
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” you asked, your voice carrying in the sweet summer breeze.
Tom looked up from the flower crown he was weaving together, his brow furrowing in thought. “I don’t know….maybe an actor.”
“An actor?” you smiled, plucking a daisy from the grassy field. “Why?”
“I want to make people smile and make people laugh,” he replied, his hands stilling in his lap. “I want to make people feel things, you know?”
Dean jumps slightly when the bunker’s door creaks. It’s been over a month, but he still thinks please, please, please before looking up.
“Cas,” Sam says.
Cas’ shoulders are stiff. “Hello.”
“Hey. You’re all right. Um ─” Cas turns away and starts down the stairs. Sam glances at Dean before continuing, “Where’ve you been?”
Dean’s pulse is thumping in his ears. “Lemme rephrase that for Sam: where the hell’ve you been? And why’ve you ignored our phone calls?”
“Where I was,” Cas says, pausing beside the table, “the reception was ─ um. Poor.”
Dean’s jaw tics; being angry is easier than ─ it’s just easier. He grunts, “No bars,” and looks back at Sam. “No bars ─ that’s his excuse.” He takes a breath and meets Cas’ eyes. “Wow.”
“I was in Heaven. I was… working with the angels.”
Dean’s mouth moves but nothing comes out. On his third try he says, “You ─ Heaven? You were in Heaven?”
“So you ─ uh. You.” Heat crowds up underneath Dean’s jaw. “You were - did you -?” He’s not sure he wants to ask that question in front of Sam, so he grumbles, “Whatever,” and walks out of the War Room.
Request: “Could you please
write a reader x Cedric where the Reader needs a fake boyfriend to present to
her parents and Cedric volunteers (but she is actually in love with him). Then
soon afterwards someone asks the Reader on a real date and she says yes because
she was convinced that everything with Cedric was fake but when he finds out he
gets extremely protective and jealous? Thanks ^^ Love your stuff! 💙”
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader
Word Count: 1k
Warnings: this is short n shitty lol enjoy
Before anyone could voice their own reactions to the letter you
had just read out, you pulled your wand out, casting a quick inferno spell and
watching it burn to a crisp. Your head fell into your hands as the embers
drifted to the floor, the ashes blowing away without a trace. Cedric popped his
head down beside you, pulling your hair away from your face as you massaged
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” He cooed, placing a comforting hand on
your back. You had to fight the urge to hum in content as he rubbed.
“Yeah,” your other friend chimed in, “I’m sure the wedding won’t
be that bad. You’re overreacting.”